".... rock ‘n’ roll that doesn’t try to do a billion things all at once and instead focuses on the one simple yet daunting task of capturing an audience’s attention. They write nice floating melodies and have some pleasantly surprising hooks. Each song seems to get better than the last which shows a great sense of songwriting" - smother.net

Permission recorded their eponymous first 3 song demo "Suspicious Behavior" in 12/05, with the beautiful & talented Ray Ketchem (Elk City, Luna, Mendoza Line), at The Womb in NJ. They went back under the knife to add 3 more tunes in March of 2006, and have repackaged 5 of the songs in an Ep thing that people can grab hold of anytime they want it. You can hear some of these trax at their myspace account. All the songs were written and arranged by Alex Emanuel and Ben Jenkins. The lineup was as follows: Alex Emanuel -gtr, lead vox, keys, Ben Jenkins -lead gtr, Mags LaBombard -bass, keys David Lewis -drums, Marah Boblin -keys, bg vox, Sir -bg vox, and special thanks to Meghan Pickens

Sample Setlist

Infernal Machine

Written By: Alex Emanuel

You’ve got the wrong idea and… we’re getting playedCaved to your rich bitch chia pet-no one’s been savedI’m at a loss for finding ways to change your mindSay who’s the boss? Then go out and get whined off line

Control alt delete I’m more than your spareLog on to me or I’ll be sharedThe key it don’t fit in the past no compare

Let’s make a deal so we can restoreGonna learn how to feel what eats at the coreYou can turn up the heat but you can’t pass the buckYou can earn a degree and still be shit out of luck

Control alt delete I’m more than your spareLog on to me or I’ll be sharedThe key it don’t fit in the past no compare

In this Infernal Affair

Whom to believe? Clear the flies from your hard driveSo far from the ease that our system impliedIll repairs have been made, but not mine to eraseYou can’t split hairs in the grave, I can’t lie to your face

Control alt delete I’m more than your spareLog on to me or I’ll be sharedThe key it don’t fit in the past no compare

In this Infernal Affair

Duh Wayne

Written By: Alex Emanuel

What means, how could you do? We’re on top of hollow Love scenes are war games to you But I won’t follow

Your game

Haiku, be bop a lu We’ve been there an’ now we’re bein’ screwed I don’t care just who he was An ex-War toy has….

Spilt blood

The whole thing’s shook and You can’t repeal it There’s no 2nd looks and You can’t steal this

Go an’ start your little war But this isn’t your tour You can’t ignore, you can’t be bothered You just wanna be adored by…

Your father

The whole thing’s shook and You can’t repeal it There’s no 2nd looks and You can’t steal this

Tow Head

Written By: Alex Emanuel

One hand tied and one hand bowedAnd you may never be well knownYou’re pickin’ up pieces of other people’s JesusesThat you wish that you

Had thrown

You run your fingers down belowAnd count the greys, retreat so slowThen cover your eyes to all those liesThat rest on top of your

Motherfluffin’ pillow

When you are not alone, you areBeing towedAnd so it glowsYeah your blacklight it blowsBut it knows, it knows you canJump start your headlight n’ go

Des Cendres

Written By: Alex Emanuel

French lick umpired? Whoa, Must I get intoPlayin' wordgames, with the dislikes of you?I throw my head up, to my shins on fireYour kicks they're so lame, we've seen who's the liar

Don line item Vito, you crossed me, see below

Like I'd need you, to tell me what's at issueOn your high road to hell, you're sub-standard crudeYeah, you've got some stealth and unlimited resourcesBut how do they help? Man, you can't light up your own forces

Don line item Vito, so costly, the blood flows

You're no grit iron butterfly, and now you're steaming, but why?The baseman he was a friend of mine, turn off your low beam, from on highYou hide and hide, hide, end hide, end hide, end

Just one more thing, then slam the door on your way outYou can go an' cheat the ring, and fake deliver on your routeBut you're going up in flames, when you least expect itAnd just like the game, you won't be able to detect it

Don line item Vito, you lost me, there you go

You're no grit iron butterfly, and there's no team in, your eyesLike Cheater Joe it's time out of line, I don't believe in long goodbyesYou hide and hide, hide, end hide, end hide, end

Je t'es donne mes yeux, maintenant les tien brule

Beat Back

Written By: Alex Emanuel

When you fall beneath theYou can't come atThere's no relief noStars who clap

The walls besiege myShots of blackHope I die before IGet sold that crack

No, I'll speak my mind, know the line? I see just fine. Behind or unsigned, or confined, I'll never work at Starbucks, so free cups may add up yeah

When it's all impeach orPlanned attacksWhy should I reach forA Big Mac?

I don't believe that you can rest assured they're saneLand of the free toSwallow window pane

No, I'll speak my mind, know the line? I see just fine. Behind or unsigned, or confined, I'll never work at Starbucks, so free cups may add up, and I beat back my luck, so what

Fight, flight or fancy drone?What do the push-ups reveal, yeah?But that they're all getting stonedI gather I'll be what I'll be-fair?Even if that means I'm gone, then I'll be wise, macking all the way home

No, I'll speak my mind, know the line? I see just fine. Behind or unsigned, or confined, or mainlinedNo, I'll speak my mind. No, I'll speak my mind. No, I'll speak my mind.No, I'll never work at Starbucks, so free cups may add up, and I beat back my luck, so what